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Meaningless Life

There is a place,A place where all deads are living together,departed from their body but they still live through the air.I can see them in the shadows,I can hear them whispering,their cries through silent howls.But I can't touch them ,I can't comfort them.It's my inability I can't put life back to them,it doesn't matter how deep I dig up I can't put all their pains away.They live their life like a curse,those lost souls live beyond their time.Under those stony plates may be they want to be loved  ,may be there is still warmth inside but who knows.
We are also like them ,our souls are long dead.I think I am also a part of deads there.I have lost my power to feel ,to think ,to act.I have lost my gift to speak ,I have lost my voice which tells the truth.every day I woke up with hope and confidence,thinking that today I will be a new person living truly the way I should be and when I put the curtains away I see people of my daily life and everything seems gone,all hope and confidence  leaves me behind,I feel my mind is caged inside my body ,and to support my physical needs I also need to be like them ,A machine.I feel vanished from life and turned to thin air in the vacantness,losing my own purpose of living, losing my own existence.I feel like an extraterrestrial alien, to who everyone looks at  but remains silent,I am indifferent to them.I have no special identity because I am also part of the dead society.My Life has no meaning but I hope my death will be meaningful .